We were all down at Margie's bar Telling stories if we had one Someone fired the old jukebox up The song it sure was a sad one A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose From the pain the song was inflicting And all at once he jumped to his feet Just like somebody kicked him Bubba shot the juke box last night Said it played a sad song, it made him cry Went to his truck and got a forty five Bubba shot the juke box last night Bubba ain't never been accused Of bein' mentally stable So we did not draw an easy breathe Until he laid that Colt on the table He hung his head till the cops showed up They dragged him right out of Margie's Told him, "Don't you play dumb with us, son You know damn well what the charge is" Bubba shot the juke box last night Said it played a sad song, it made him cry Went to his truck and got a forty five Well, he shot the juke box last night Well, the Sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on The confrontation was a tense one Shook his head and said, "Bubba Boy You was always a dense one" "Reckless discharge of a gun" That's what the officers are claimin' Bubba hollered out, "Reckless, hell I hit just where I was aiming" Bubba shot the juke box last night Said it played a sad song, it made him cry Went to his truck and got a forty five Well, he shot the juke box, stopped it with one shot Bubba shot the jukebox last night Well, he could not tell right from wrong Through the tear drops in his eyes Beyond a shadow of a doubt It was a justifiable homicide Bubba shot the juke box, stopped it with one shot Bubba shot the jukebox last night © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com